On Tuesday, I donated blood. I was so nervous that I fell into “crazy” mode and told them I am a unicorn. It wasn’t as weird as it sounds. I think.
Technically I’m not supposed to donate because I don’t meet their minimum weight requirement. I was surprised they let me, because the last three times I tried I was sternly turned away and told that donating while underweight would make me faint and die.
But they let me do it this time, so I went on the bus and gave them one billion drops of my blood. And it was ok, except that when you give away a pint of your blood it means that inside your body you now have less blood. And I did not consider that fact when I overdosed on sugar Wednesday night and had way too much coffee on Thursday.
In case you are not following, I gave away all of my blood and then replaced it with caffeine and sugar. This was not a wise decision. Friday was a blur of hyperglycemia, confusion, and regret. In case you are a visual learner, I am including the following illustration as a depiction of what was going on inside my veins:
My racing heart serves as a temporary reminder to eat healthier and to refrain from giving away bodily resources to strangers. At least until I fatten up a little.